It's not raining.. yet
I feel the way I do it must be said
Seems absurd, I know
Maybe God or Hare Krishna made it so
Come back tomorrow, maybe I'll change
Though the chances are remote, things stay the same
If you want advice I'm afraid to say
You made the wrong decision when you came my way
But I'll write you a sad song
It won't take very long to do
Tell you stories and make them
Come alive if you want me to
Can I write you a sad song
It won't take very long to do?
So it's early, and I'm alone
In a house that's made of cardboard, not of stone
And my heart, feels the same
Weather worn and fragile write this sad refrain
The sky outside is getting dark
It's not raining yet, but listen to me talk
Writing sad songs, yet again
It's the prize for letting loneliness in
But I'll write you a sad song
It won't take very long to do
Tell you stories and make them
Come alive if you want me to
Can I write you a sad song
It won't take very long to do?...
